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Mar. 11th, 2009 07:26 pmWoke up this morning in a mood best described as, "Oh yeah? And another thing..!"
Thoughts from the drive, before my day really began:
"I'm trying to undo all the strings and cords around me that make me feel crippled, but if some of them pass deeply into or through you, what does that mean?"
"I know I'm hard to be friends with, but do I have to be a beggar? If I deserve more, what happens if no one wants to act on that?"
"I feel like I'm gearing up for a fight. I hope it's a good one."
I slept poorly, kept having images of the moon, and me rising out of something dark beneath it, some temporal/temporary sense of belonging and role that I conditionally endorsed. Then, work day of stress began, and ran through to the end.
Thoughts from the drive, before my day really began:
"I'm trying to undo all the strings and cords around me that make me feel crippled, but if some of them pass deeply into or through you, what does that mean?"
"I know I'm hard to be friends with, but do I have to be a beggar? If I deserve more, what happens if no one wants to act on that?"
"I feel like I'm gearing up for a fight. I hope it's a good one."
I slept poorly, kept having images of the moon, and me rising out of something dark beneath it, some temporal/temporary sense of belonging and role that I conditionally endorsed. Then, work day of stress began, and ran through to the end.
